All Creatures Great and Small

It seems to me that men are indeed simple creatures. I'm not being pejorative, either. I envy their simplicity. I often joke about how women need fluffy beds, soft covers and pillows while men are content to sleep in a hole in the ground. Not that they're not happy in a comfy bed, but it's truly just not a requirement. Of course, there are always exceptions....

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I used to use sex as means to lure my men in. The promise that I will do anything seems a tantalizing carrot. The idea that they are allowed to do anything their imaginations desire, even if they never get around to doing it, seems irresistible.

When RacerEx and I were splitting up, he told me that things hadn't panned out sexually the way he had envisioned. He thought we would do more swinging, said he felt he needed it, and was disappointed when I did not show more enthusiasm/interest in something I had initially put before him as something in which I was willing to participate.

Unfortunately for him/us, my willingness to explore that avenue was limited by my ultimate dissatisfaction with it. I guess I'm just not a sex for sex's sake kind of person. I find it boring and unfulfilling. It was like that with DodgerEx, too. Every time we swung I became disinterested in the middle of the sexual activity. Part of it, I'm sure, had something to do with the fact that I don't cum readily and the pressure I felt to fake it to please my audience. It just became a chore for me.

I think I still use sex as a lure. Right or wrong, it's just part of who I am, part of what I feel I have to offer a man that another woman may not. After all, I have met countless men (not surprising considering my profession) who are oppressed and dissatisfied sexually because their wives/girlfriends are either completely unreceptive to certain acts or do them only begrudgingly as a favor or out of duty. I'm not saying it's the wife's fault. Perhaps the fellows are bumbling buffoons in bed. Perhaps, and more likely, there is and has always been a communication problem. Who knows. All I know is men generally don't get to explore their fantasies with their wives/girlfriends and often stray when that potential carrot is dangled in front of them.

Don't get me wrong, my lure is not disingenuous. And I don't use is to steal someone away from their partner. But if I detect a mutual interest, I deftly make my position known. Indeed, I am willing to try anything at least once Of course, I do have certain limitations: no scat, no corpses, no cutting, and I'm really not good at role playing--although I will dress the part. But I haven't found those limitations to be a barrier in any way. I genuinely like it all. And I like pushing the limits.

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There is a point to all this talk. And my point is Rover. I lured him in as I always do. My declarations that I would do anything with him have unleased in him a well-spring of ideas for exploration. In turn, my desire for him continues to be whetted and I find myself reaching for every new carrot he dangles before me. I have met my match.

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I am content. Satisfied. Sated. For the first time. I feel whole.